【常用量词相关英语表达】
A deck of cards 一副扑克牌;A pane of glass 一块玻璃;
A blade of grass 一根草;A bale of hay 一捆干草;
A glimmer of hope 一丝希望;A bolt of Lightning 一道闪电;
A pile of money 一大笔钱;A pinch of salt 一撮盐;
A bar of soap 一块肥皂;A ball of wool 一个毛线球;
A bar of soap 一块香皂;A battery of tests 一系列测试;
A clump of reeds 一簇芦苇;A flight of stairs 一段楼梯;
A grove of trees 一片树林#教育##英语#
A deck of cards 一副扑克牌;A pane of glass 一块玻璃;
A blade of grass 一根草;A bale of hay 一捆干草;
A glimmer of hope 一丝希望;A bolt of Lightning 一道闪电;
A pile of money 一大笔钱;A pinch of salt 一撮盐;
A bar of soap 一块肥皂;A ball of wool 一个毛线球;
A bar of soap 一块香皂;A battery of tests 一系列测试;
A clump of reeds 一簇芦苇;A flight of stairs 一段楼梯;
A grove of trees 一片树林#教育##英语#
【常用量词相关英语表达】
A deck of cards 一副扑克牌;A pane of glass 一块玻璃;
A blade of grass 一根草;A bale of hay 一捆干草;
A glimmer of hope 一丝希望;A bolt of Lightning 一道闪电;
A pile of money 一大笔钱;A pinch of salt 一撮盐;
A bar of soap 一块肥皂;A ball of wool 一个毛线球;
A bar of soap 一块香皂;A battery of tests 一系列测试;
A clump of reeds 一簇芦苇;A flight of stairs 一段楼梯;
A grove of trees 一片树林
A deck of cards 一副扑克牌;A pane of glass 一块玻璃;
A blade of grass 一根草;A bale of hay 一捆干草;
A glimmer of hope 一丝希望;A bolt of Lightning 一道闪电;
A pile of money 一大笔钱;A pinch of salt 一撮盐;
A bar of soap 一块肥皂;A ball of wool 一个毛线球;
A bar of soap 一块香皂;A battery of tests 一系列测试;
A clump of reeds 一簇芦苇;A flight of stairs 一段楼梯;
A grove of trees 一片树林
A moment gone, hoisting the wind-horse banners—
but not to beg good fortune . . . only to welcome your return.
A day gone, raising the sacred boulder pile—
but not to accumulate virtue . . . only to cast a stone in your heart's pool.
A month gone, setting all the prayer wheels turning—
but not to achieve transcendence . . . only to brush your finger tips.
A year gone, prone in the dust of the mountain road—
but not to make obeisance . . . only to press into your warmth.
A lifetime gone . . . turning and turning, mountains, rivers, stupas—
but not to seek rebirth . . . only to meet you along the way.
but not to beg good fortune . . . only to welcome your return.
A day gone, raising the sacred boulder pile—
but not to accumulate virtue . . . only to cast a stone in your heart's pool.
A month gone, setting all the prayer wheels turning—
but not to achieve transcendence . . . only to brush your finger tips.
A year gone, prone in the dust of the mountain road—
but not to make obeisance . . . only to press into your warmth.
A lifetime gone . . . turning and turning, mountains, rivers, stupas—
but not to seek rebirth . . . only to meet you along the way.
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